Post by Vivienne Daniels on Jul 31, 2024 15:55:16 GMT
Vivienne woke up in the medical bay. Doctors tripped over themselves to run every test they could think of. She gritted her teeth through every part of it. Mai had stopped by briefly once her own checkups were done, she was fine. A slight bump on the head. But fine.
Vivienne listened to Doctor Chen tell her how lucky she was, how much worse it could have been, how blah blah blah blah. She wasn’t listening. She was seething. But she was clear to go back to competing if she wanted. And she did. She wanted blood.
Dr Hunt rushed over to Dr Chen and said something about Warren Harper being attacked mid-interview and how they needed to check on him too.
Vivienne smiled, she knew who had done that. At least she guessed. “Go, I’m fine. Just discharge me.”
Vivienne’s phone buzzed with unread messages from her concerned husband. He hadn’t been booked for the show, but had been there to support her, stopped only by his lawyer from attacking Dean, the latest was:
‘Kitten, you awake? Can I see you yet? I asked earlier, they wouldn’t let me so I had to work out some issues on my own.’
‘I’m awake. Waiting on discharge. Come see me. <3’ Vivienne replied quickly.
Cyrus was there in under three minutes, letting her know how close by he’d stuck the entire time. He walked quickly up to her and embraced her in a tight hug. “How are ya, I’ve been so worried,” he said. “No serious injury or nothin’ right?”
“Nothing serious. Some bruises but I’m fine.” Vivienne hugged him back tightly, “So attacked Warren?”
“Word travels fast,” he grinned. “I ain’t done with The Harpers yet, that was just a little message letting Dean know what goes around, comes around. Nobody attacks the love of my life without payin’ the piper.”
“I’m gonna go to Jennie and Randon and demand a match. Let me fuck him up in the ring.” Vivienne said firmly.
“I’m behind you all the way, Kitten,” Cyrus said. “I know ya can handle yourself out there so I won’t be in your corner unless ya want me ta be, but I can train ya up and shit if ya want. Teach ya how ta embrace the hate, channel it and let it drive every blow ya land on his stupid painted clown face.”
“Sure, I’d like that.” Vivienne smiled.
“Great, then let’s get you discharged and back to the hotel where I can take care of you properly, Kitten.”
“Sounds like a plan.” Vivienne swung her legs off the bed.
Vivienne listened to Doctor Chen tell her how lucky she was, how much worse it could have been, how blah blah blah blah. She wasn’t listening. She was seething. But she was clear to go back to competing if she wanted. And she did. She wanted blood.
Dr Hunt rushed over to Dr Chen and said something about Warren Harper being attacked mid-interview and how they needed to check on him too.
Vivienne smiled, she knew who had done that. At least she guessed. “Go, I’m fine. Just discharge me.”
Vivienne’s phone buzzed with unread messages from her concerned husband. He hadn’t been booked for the show, but had been there to support her, stopped only by his lawyer from attacking Dean, the latest was:
‘Kitten, you awake? Can I see you yet? I asked earlier, they wouldn’t let me so I had to work out some issues on my own.’
‘I’m awake. Waiting on discharge. Come see me. <3’ Vivienne replied quickly.
Cyrus was there in under three minutes, letting her know how close by he’d stuck the entire time. He walked quickly up to her and embraced her in a tight hug. “How are ya, I’ve been so worried,” he said. “No serious injury or nothin’ right?”
“Nothing serious. Some bruises but I’m fine.” Vivienne hugged him back tightly, “So attacked Warren?”
“Word travels fast,” he grinned. “I ain’t done with The Harpers yet, that was just a little message letting Dean know what goes around, comes around. Nobody attacks the love of my life without payin’ the piper.”
“I’m gonna go to Jennie and Randon and demand a match. Let me fuck him up in the ring.” Vivienne said firmly.
“I’m behind you all the way, Kitten,” Cyrus said. “I know ya can handle yourself out there so I won’t be in your corner unless ya want me ta be, but I can train ya up and shit if ya want. Teach ya how ta embrace the hate, channel it and let it drive every blow ya land on his stupid painted clown face.”
“Sure, I’d like that.” Vivienne smiled.
“Great, then let’s get you discharged and back to the hotel where I can take care of you properly, Kitten.”
“Sounds like a plan.” Vivienne swung her legs off the bed.
Well howdy there pardner.